Day 2, Stephane and Alain

[therealkaichan]

A Knight was not required to do any of this.

Stephane knew well the limits of his duties, he had studied them carefully after accepting the position as the Prince's Knight. After. Because he still had no common sense.

But he still had.


So he knew that there was no reason to lie with any of the women the Prince brought to his room. And he knew there was no reason to play along with the stupid games Alain liked to play when a woman was experienced.

He knew there was no reason to allow him to stay in the room, to watch as the women tried so desperately to please him in order to gain the Prince's favor. So he tried to scare them off sometimes. He was quiet as they touched him, he was silent as they asked him if they were doing fine.

For Stephane they all had the same face. He never resented them, of course, that was simply how things were. Sex was a way to climb up the ladder of their society, and using it was simply a part of being a noble. But he just had no interest on it. Not with them. So he went through the motions without interest. It was business.

Sometimes, however, the Prince was not interested in just watching from the comfort of his usual chair.

When they were more experienced, when they were playful, he liked to play as well. He liked touching them, and tasting them. He gave quiet commands in Stephane's ear, directing him on how he should treat their guest. And those times, Alain played Stephane like he played the piano, until late in the night.



All of that didn't matter once the guests were asleep, after that it was always the same.

Alain wanted to be out of the room, and while entertaining his guests was not Stephane's duty, ensuring the Prince was comfortable was.

So he made the way to his room, poured a glass of water for him, and waited.

"Tonight was good, it's a shame I will have to send her home." Alain took the glass from the Knight's hand, sitting on his usual chair and leaning back.
"Not this again." Stephane rolled his eyes a bit, kneeling to begin undoing the shoelaces of the Prince's boots as he always did.
"You can't deny it. You were very into it today, I don't think I've ever seen you this interested. Was she your type?" The Prince chuckled quietly, observing him.
"No she wasn't, she was too chatty for me."
"Too chatty? That's new." Alain smiled, curling and uncurling the toes of his right foot as soon as it was out of the boot. "Last time you were complaining about the other one being too quiet."
"I was just worried for her. Why are we even having this conversation?"
"I was wondering why you were so interested this time."
"It figures."
"And won't you tell me?"
"There is no reason for that." Stephane removed the left boot to carefully massage the sole of the Prince's foot. "It's not part of my job."
"It is not because of your job that I want to know."
"Then why?"

The Prince sighed in annoyance, watching the Knight work on the tension on his feet. It was a strange thought, that as much as Stephane seemed to care, he always seemed to be really careful about keeping Alain at a distance when it came to more personal things.

It wasn't something he particularly liked, maybe because Stephane had seen him be pretty pathetic many times before, so he felt it was only fair that the Knight opened up to him as well.

But they weren't really friends, were they? Stephane was his Knight and he was the Prince, the next Regent. They had goals in common and they felt really similarly about how the country worked, but other than that, there was no reason to be close, right?

Stephane's hands were going up his calves as he thought. This was something they had done a million times. The Knight would soon stand and offer to help him change his clothes. Then tell him to go to sleep, since it was late.

"Stephane?" The Knight looked up. That tone wasn't the norm, there was something different.
"Yes?"
There was a moment of silence.
"It's nothing."
"You are lying."
"Maybe. You do that all the time, too."
"I don't lie. I just choose not to talk."
"You can be so annoying."
"You met me when I was far worse than this."
"That is true. But there is something that you do now that you didn't use to do back then."
"Is there?"
"Yes. You used to be far more sincere. It was sometimes downright rude, but I liked it more."
"I see." Stephane moved his hands away from the Prince's legs, so he could stand.
"Don't."
"Do you need anything else?" The Knight looked up, wondering what was exactly on Alain's mind. This wasn't an unfamiliar situation after all, but it rarely happened after a good night.
"Only if you are willing. Otherwise you may leave now."

There was a moment of silence. Stephane knew well that as childish and annoying as Alain could be sometimes, he had a certain code of honor to it. So the Knight smiled, shaking his head softly as his hands went back to remove the Prince's socks.
"You used to be more sincere back then too, Alain."
"My job is all about lying, remember?"
"That much is true." Stephane bowed down a little, to carefully kiss the Prince's ankle before removing the other sock. "But still, it changes nothing. You are not working right now."
"But you are, aren't you?"

Silence fell between them again, and Stephane looked up to meet the Prince's eyes.
"I'm not doing this because it is my job. This is nowhere on my job description, Alain."
"I'm glad." The Prince smiled, leaning back. The Knight just shook his head, a small fond smile on his lips.
"You should know better."
"I should..."

Stephane's hands went up, following the line of the Prince's legs, and then down to his knees, in a gesture they both knew well. They had done this a few times before, and while there was no need to do it, the Knight took it as seriously as he took everything that was related to Alain.

"May I?" The Knight's voice was quiet, and the Prince chuckled, a chuckle that Stephane knew well.
"Not yet."
That was what Alain considered enough warning to rest his foot on Stephane's groin.
"Alain--"
"Hush, you know I like it more when you enjoy yourself as well."
"I know." Stephane's sigh wasn't exactly annoyance, he knew this was something that could happen if he chose to stay, and in the end it wasn't something he disliked.

If anything it was quite the opposite, that being why he tried to avoid these situations so much.

"Is it good?" The Prince's voice was low, almost playful as he gave a soft push with the toes of his right foot.
"Yes." Stephane knew better than to lie. He had tried that once, and it had ended up in soiled pants and quiet chuckles, and as much as he was comfortable with this, he was definitely not in the mood for that.
"Perfect." Another push, and then just enough rubbing to put Stephane's nerves on edge. "I like it most when your breath is hot and shallow... And when you call my name against my skin..."

It was happening again, Stephane realized. Once more Alain was playing him like only he knew, and the Knight was fine with letting it continue. They both needed it, even if in completely different ways.

Stephane brought his hands back to the Prince's knees, making the softest pressure so he would part his legs. And this time Alain complied, moving his foot away, but not before giving another playful push.

And after that, after permission was given, it was like it had been many times before. Stephane knew well how to make quick work of the Prince's pants and underwear, even if he was sitting. He knew well the familiar taste of his inner thigh, and how the feeling of hot breath over his groin got him going so easily.

And they both liked that. The comfort of knowing and accepting how things were, of knowing each other like nobody else did. Alain was always thankful that Stephane had never hesitated when it came to his body. Not even the first time, as awkward and almost sloppy as it had been. The Knight had never cared about what kind of body the Prince had.

And as Stephane's mouth started working on him, as his tongue parted the folds, and his fingers softly pushed against the entrance, the Prince's voice could be heard like it was never heard before. It was soft and welcoming, and it was warm and careless.

"You as well... You don't want to make me angry, do you?" Alain's tone was playful, but Stephane knew well the words were true. He chuckled softly against the skin, before moving to get comfortable.
"That sounds dangerous."
"Not your kind of dangerous, though..."
"Definitely not my kind of dangerous."
"Hurry up, Stephane." The Prince's hand in his head was enough sign that there was not much time to chat. It had taken the Knight a bit to admit to himself that he kind of liked that. "Or should I tell you exactly how to touch yourself?"
"Just guide me."
"Of course."

And then the chatting became quiet moans and soft groans. It became quiet breathless calls of each other's names, and the sound of Stephane's mouth kissing and sucking wherever the Prince's hand guided him, as his hand worked on himself at an almost frantic pace.

And after it was done, after both had reached the climax, and after their breathing was back to normal, their relationship was back to normal as well.

The weight was back on the Prince's voice.

And the forbidden thoughts, went back where they belonged.